Bourbon Cranberry Sauce and thankfulness and puppies!

What are you thankful for this year? That’s the question on the table today.

The new apartment where we don’t hear our neighbors’ phones when they’re ringing on vibrate. My sister Sarah’s engagement to long-term boyfriend Matt, and the promise of celebration to come. Holidays, visits with family, a lovely wedding anniversary weekend of fall colors. And one particular professional highlight: the day Guiding Eyes for the Blind engaged my offices’ consulting services, and I Cuddled a Guide Dog Puppy.

His name was Lennox. My heart exploded due to excessive cuteness. Puppies licked it back together again. It exploded again. Was licked back together again, etc.

And so to Thanksgiving – balloons on Wednesday night at the Natural History Museum. Sarah arriving for Turkey and all the trimmings on Thursday, then straight into the roller coster of Advent and Christmas. But now, for a moment, a still point. Time to simply be. In the kitchen, pottering around making cranberry sauce – quite the easiest thing to achieve ever, really, and high reward. A good moment to appreciate.

Ha! That makes sense! You can tell I was tired if I couldn’t figure out that you meant cinnamon stick! For a brief time I actually believed there must be a cranberry stick and I just didn’t know about it :). Good times! Anyway, I was going to be making cranberry sauce anyway, so now thanks to you it will definitely also have bourbon in it. Thanks! Happy Thanksgiving!